My dad was never much of a sports fan, but in the interest of connecting with his sportswriter son, he’d attend a game or two each year with me.
In 1994, that meant going to a World Cup match in Chicago.
It’s been eight years since my dad died, and my favorite memory with him is the day we watched Germany play Belgium at Soldier Field.
The fun began before kickoff. Walking the concourse, we noticed a Belgian fan trying to convince a German supporter that an upset was brewing. The German fan had a simple but loud response to every point offered up: “AUF WIEDERSEHN! AUF WIEDERSEHN!” The Belgian fan finally gave up and walked off as Papa and I laughed.